Remus the Confused

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• Basic Info

  • Name: Remus the Confused
  • Gender: Male
  • Played by: TheGourdWhisperer

• Expanded Info

  Age: "Many Winters more than you, boy!"
  
  Preferred Weapon: Magic and a Stave for blunt combat.
  
  Marital Status: "What is a relationship?" *Slowly begins to fade to dust...*

• Biography

  The Man? The Myth? The Lunatic?
  
  Born to rich parents in the cosmopolitan Cyrodiil, his mother was part of forming bonds between the empire and dominion, being married off to an Altmer suitor who would outlive her, either party wasn't too happy about the whole ordeal but nonetheless were pressured by both families to conceive a child who was named Remus in Imperial style and grew up comfortably, being handed what he wanted by imperial servants on an elven platter is a good way to put it.
  
  One of said things was Magical and Alchemical skill, the other was Canis Root Tea, but that's for later. He received the most expensive input to grow his natural talents, crafting and casting like a legend. By the time he was expected to enter politics as a Thalmor puppet, his mother and her imperial backers long dead, he decided against such a risky operation. When they were to collect him, he had ventured north to the snowy land of Skyrim, to live in balance and peace, with his tea. It was through his scholarly acts in his younger years that he stumbled upon the concept of balance, the Idea of a reaction that is equal and opposite to the action that inspired it. He, contributing to his namesake, takes this too far, for example: He saves a farmer from some savage wolves, then walks into town and drops a Gourd in the marketplace, only to watch without care as an honorable shield-maiden slays a helpless beggar over said Gourd.
  
  Some would call this confusion, but others call it madness, some think that he hears the whispers of Sheogorath, or maybe even Sanguine, accounts vary. One fateful morning, Remus awoke to the sound of infantry, he heard the clank of familiar elven craft, grabbing as much of his Canis roots and the tea made from the roots as he could fit into several research bags, he descended down a rabbit hole-esque opening, travelling the tunnel he had dug out upon arriving in skyrim, he appeared several kilometers away from his home, the resounding crack of the men trying to break down his enchanted door rang out, he knew that he must outrun and outlast... so that's what he'll do.

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• Character Sheet

  Magic

  Enchanting	75	Alteration	90	Destruction	100
  Restoration	60	Illusion	55	Conjuration	20

  Thief

  Alchemy	100	Light Armour	36	Lockpicking	18
  Pickpocket	16	Sneak	17	Speech	38

  Warrior

  Smithing	17	Heavy Armour	16	Block	33
  Two Handed	16	One Handed	34	Archery	50 (Love Faendal)

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  I have indeed mastered the expert level destruction spells The Recipe for Canis Root Tea He Absorbs elder knowledge of the most sacred rite. Have you seen any Gourds around? Those skooma people in elsweyr can't beat me! So much debauchery, too much for one day. Not so confused now eh?